Thinking of this, Feng Shanshan became even more afraid.
But this matter has to be resolved; to live, you have to eat.
Now he already knows what era he has traveled to. The names of the big leaders are the same; she knows that this era is short of resources.
Only labor can exchange for food. So even though it's difficult, an identity is needed.
Feng Shanshan found the old village chief, a kindly looking old man. Although his face was full of wrinkles, Feng Shanshan felt kindness from his smile.
Actually, this is also a benefit of her time travel.
At that time, she played dumb and got two people to take her to the police station, but she didn't actually go inside because she sensed malice from the man who had just said one sentence.
Enduring physical discomfort, she clung to the train and arrived here.
Maybe it was fate that led her here unknowingly.
"Village chief grandpa, can I register my household in our village?"
